SAFEHAVEN Ep. 000: Prologue: SIMON SAYS

"Ever have one of those lives? You know the kind. All of your life nobody ever notices you. Out of shape. Withdrawn due to ridicule. Really smart but yet get treated like an outcast for it. Ugly on the outside but drop dead gorgeous on the inside. I used to be that way. The crazy thing is when you are too intelligent the wrong people take notice. Right out of High School I was approached by a shady group with no name. Just lots of promises and loads of cash. I should have known better. Who would want a frumpy overweight nerd like me?

"I'm pretty certain you know who that might be. Only the freaking shady ass Military and their dirty covert dealings. Blackest of black Operations. When I turned them down, they just put my name on a milk carton. I disappeared from the real world. I should never have sent a thesis on nanotechnology to the University of Massachusetts. They came. I went with them. Not the University mind you, the shadows that intercepted my thesis.

"Where I ended up was a deep cover agency codenamed OASIIS. Close enough to theSIS! Yes, I'm bitter. Picture Area 51 but for clandestine weapons of strategic destruction. Not fighter jets that turn invisible. Although, I'm sure those were in fashion at some other facility. Try fighter androids that have similar invisible capability. Alien androids that were intercepted from the Antarctic and were reverse, no, perverse engineered. They were so alive at one point that no one could possibly know that they were living amongst us. OASIIS wanted to design and use them as the perfect subterfuge. Assassins that were so real that it was impossible to tell that they weren't.

"My area of expertise was Nanite technology. Microscopic antibodies that repaired themselves instantaneously. Combine my tech with the scientific know how of two hundred other specialists in various fields and combined forces, what do you get? You get a killer android with brain patterns of well-selected, deadly trained soldiers. That was the plan at least. Eventually their thought patterns were to be entered into our host beauties and sent off to join James Bond and Nathan Hunt. I spy an android who can't cry. Well, they can now. We fixed that when the emotion centers were reconfigured. Heartless shells do not make stealthy assassins who can blend in.

"For the last ten years I've lived this lie of a life. Forced to commit to making these shells of perfection or lose my own life for failing. I wanted to live so I complied and actually found a family who cared amongst the scientists there. Now I know how the Jews felt in World War Two. Experiments conducting experiments. It would only be a matter of time before the end.

"Luckily, we were allowed to make friends to keep our sanity. I and the other scientists managed to form a plan of escape utilizing devices that allowed us telepathy that we kept from the higher ups. We knew we were expendable; therefore, we needed to use our combined brain power to sucker punch the bastards. We had the plan worked out until the day of testing came. Our subject Colonel Simon Campos was our guinea pig. Of the thirty plus androids he would be the first to enter his brain into the beast. Not his real brain of course. Merely his mapped out neural centers that were fused into the artificial brains of the alien android replicates.

"This worked too well. Simon went from an old soldier to a Greek God. Every fiber of his new being was dramatically altered. The one thing the military didn't count on was betrayal. Not only was Simon a fine-tuned soldier of fortune, but he also had a soul. As well as one heck of a poker face. With our help he even fooled lie detectors and our resident telepath Jared. In Jared's case he simply revealed what Simon told him to say, and it all worked out.

"Not only did Simon take to the procedure perfectly. He realized its potential. The android's functions covered every possible detail to survive, infiltrate, and assassinate. Its flesh was as real as any human although polymer grade for molding tech. Its muscles a steel hard polymer like alloy that was designed through the use of their ships alien hardware. Yes, aliens from outer space exist. Stop the denial folks. Back engineering scavenged parts from their tech helped OASIIS in manufacturing the android armada that we were creating. James Cameron and Skynet would be proud.

"Simon Campos was a decent guy for a career assassin. Targets that were only warranted and deserving in his mind were taken down. I know this because of our own telepathic links eavesdropping on literally everyone to know who could be trusted. Somehow, he knew what everyone was thinking once he was introduced into the Nandroid body. Nandroid combining Nanotech and android. Cute we thought!

"The military was ignorant like that, they thought it sounded too feminine. Regardless, Simon always treated us like human beings and less like lab rats. He knew what our fate was. As soon as OASIIS carried out their first mission test we the petty scientists were on the chopping block. They couldn't just let us go. We knew too much. So many good caring people led to unnecessary slaughter. We couldn't let that happen. Therefore, we planned. Planned very well. We were going out in style.

"With Simon's help. Thank God he was on our side. Oh, I'm Delores! You won't know me after today. Not many ever truly knew me anyway."

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The Adirondack Mountains of Pennsylvania.

2:00 A. M.

Truck driver Melvin Daltry steered his Peterbilt semi through the encroaching darkness. Added to the blackness of the night air was an untimely fog, so thick that he could barely see the curves. In all reality he should have waited to cross the mountains in the daylight, but his employer was riding his ass about reaching his destinations, late more often than not.

It was bad enough that he hadn't slept in fourteen hours without the stress. Thank the good lord for that case of Green Monster's in his cooler. A high dose of caffeine was the only thing keeping him coherent. That and the drawls of country singer Alan Jackson on his radio. All he knew was that he needed to get over this mountain safely. No traffic this early helped his timetable until the fog slowed him up.

Tipping back his can of Green Monster he winced at a loud thump on the roof of his cab. "What the Sam Jesus was that?" Melvin slowed his momentum to listen for any further noises when he heard his motor losing power. ""Ah, come on! I can't be late getting to Miami. Don't do this to me, Billy Bob."

He patted the dash as if his rig had any chance of replying back. Suddenly, all power faded, and he coasted to a halt. Radio silent, nothing worked, not even his CB radio. He opened his window and chucked the leftovers of his can of Monster out into the ravine below. Sitting lifeless he swallowed hoarsely. From his rearview mirror there wasn't a single light anywhere, even if the fog wasn't there to conceal them. He fidgeted a while then pulled his cellphone from his belt loop case opening it up. Dead as a doornail. Seeing that spooked him and he rolled his window back up. Luckily his rig still had the automatic handle style rollers.

Melvin was to afraid to get out of his truck. He told himself that he would just sit things out until morning. Settling back on edge from his caffeine high he nervously darted his eyes in all directions. "Please no Mothman! Please no Mothman!" He wasn't that far from West Virginia! Mel even looked up through the windshield half expecting to be abducted by some outer space mothership hovering over him. He had seen the shows, heard the tales.

Too eerie for this kind of caffeine high he thought. A few heavy breaths later he heard the screeching of his trailer doors being opened from the back of his rig. That spooked him. All he was hauling was peat moss for a Gardening Center Warehouse. Who the hell would want to break his seal for dirt? "Vampires need dirt!" Damn! Now he needed to pee.

Sucking up his courage he picked up a handheld Taser from his glove box then realized that even that had no charge. "Dammit! Why won't those trucking company bastards let us carry guns?"

Growling he grabbed a large crescent wrench from his toolbox behind his seat and opened his truck door dropping down to the asphalt road. He hesitated to listen for any further signs of life. Not even crickets or coyotes in the hills. Trembling, he suddenly heard light voices both in front of him and behind. Whirling around he turned directly into the most beautiful naked woman he had ever barely seen. Only a cigarette lighter in his hand offered a hint of light. "Whooza! What are you doing out here with no clothes, Lady?" The black-haired woman smiled at him softly, almost bashful.

"Don't be afraid. None of us will harm you."

"None of... us?" His eyes bulged when he could finally focus them. Behind her were more naked women and men approaching to gather around him. Even younger teenagers and children. It was unsettling to his nerves that they would be allowed to run nude like some long-lost primitive society. Stepping back three feet only to bump into a man six foot tall with blond hair he jumped out of his skin. Ironic since these people had tragically done the very same thing an hour earlier.

Turning swiftly, he reared the wrench into the air in a defensive pose. The naked man merely grinned, followed by a friendly wink. Melvin Daltry then felt the wrench drop from his grasp and clink on the asphalt behind him. His whole body became pleasantly numb. The man before him spoke to Melvin, only without moving his lips. "Remain calm, Mister Daltry. We only need your vehicle. I promise you won't be harmed." What Simon says, he meant!

The others heard the man's silent telepathic command to board the trailer and stay hidden. As Melvin's eyes caught glimpses of the others walk around him, he could only think, "Who are you people? Vampires? Aliens? You aren't going to probe me, are you?"

The blonde male communicated his thoughts directly into Melvin. "Yes, Melvin. We are aliens. In the morning you will walk to the next town and mumble about your abduction. Little grey men with bulbous heads and black eyes. Believe your story and never think otherwise. Tell them your whole truck was taken aboard the Mothership."

As if having a magic touch, the blonde man palmed the trucks door, and the color of the cab switched from black to red. A hologram feature was introduced through the android's fingertips that spread over the Peterbilt. Even the license plate altered its appearance from Pennsylvania to say Michigan with different numbers.

Melvin Daltry's eyes rolled back into his head as the blonde man picked up the wrench and tossed it back into the cab. Leaving Melvin standing there wavering in his stance the blonde man walked back to the trailers tail end. Looking up at the 25 people huddled within he spoke with vocalized speech, "Okay, People! Our plan is going smoothly. I'll drive us out of the mountains and escape this fake fog we implemented to cover our tracks from satellites. Once we reach a safe point, we can find some clothing and split up. For now, just hold on and be patient. I swear to you that OASIIS and General Hardesty won't know how to find us. Your talents have made sure of that. Now let my talents finish this mission." With a nod he closed the door to darkness.

Simon Campos marched to the front cab stopping just long enough to pat truck driver Melvin Daltry on the back. "Sorry to do this to you, Buddy. Not much choice when the lives of equally good folks are on the line. I hope your life can return to normal. Take care."

With his sensitivity fading Simon hopped up into the rig and closed his eyes. Suddenly, the trucks engine reclaimed the power it once had, Simon's android body linking with the internal brain box of the semi. "That was easy."

With a quick glance at the gears and gauges he understood all functions. With no trouble at all the rig moved on leaving Melvin on the side of the road teetering. Simon's glance back at him in the mirror gave him a conscience, "I can't leave him like this. He might actually be of help."

Powering down Simon sent a telepathic message out to Melvin who shook his head regaining his thoughts and motor skills. "Holy shit what just happened?"

Turning to see his rig he stumbled toward it finding the driver's door open. The hologram field had ceased function and had returned to the trucks natural color. Looking up into his rig he scowled. It looked vacant. Eventually, he pulled himself up into the rig and shut the door. Glancing over at the passenger seat he frowned as if talking to himself, "Okay! I don't see you. I'm alone in the cab. Just drive. Gotcha!" Jedi Mind Trick!

Melvin ground gears then put the semi back into motion. Simon Campos merely sat back and let Melvin drive and return to his life. Simon thanked the abilities he had designed into his new body. He now had a psi talent equally as in tune with young Jared Temple that could read minds as well as control the thoughts of others for short periods. With this power he simply forced Melvin to forget he ever met his payload of streakers. Instead of stranding Melvin to live his life a laughingstock, Simon would encourage him mentally to be a better man. Today was Melvin's lucky day.

Thirty miles down the mountain Simon noted a roadblock of State Police. The government obviously knew of their escape already. He mentally instructed Melvin to act normal and get them through supplying an invoice to show his cargo specifics. Campos would add a mental suggestion to the officer's checking out the rig. A simple look at the trailer doors by the officer was sufficient as he yelled back. "Just bags of dirt. Let him through."

"That was easy enough." Simon smirked in thought, "Now where is the military? Can't tell me that if they had this road blockade they don't know of the OASIIS incident. Of course, it's possible they don't necessarily know of our escape. After all I sealed the base off and flooded it with an experimental nerve gas called Pinch Hitter. I had no choice, or we would never have made it out. God forgive me for taking a few good souls. At least the scientists are still alive, if not in android bodies. As long as we think strategically, we can all live long, far better lives than before. No tracking devices on us should give us an edge. I'm sure there are ways the offsite OASIIS bigwigs can search for us. Hardesty is no dummy even if I pulled one over on him. We're too valuable not to try. Day at a time, Campos! Day at a time!"

That nerve gas unfortunately killed everyone inside the underground facility right down to the janitors. There just weren't enough android bodies to rescue more. Bad enough it was a draw straws moment, and a few scientists suffered the short end of the stick. They understood. It was death one way or another anyway. The elders chose to sacrifice themselves giving their short straws to their younger colleagues.

The safety of these Psientists were top priority over hired guns whose only desire was money and bloodshed. The term Psientist was a designation for their extraordinary brain capacity. The youngest of them had actual telepathic talents. Tinkering established a technolepathy feature in the others. With the aid of their specific android bodies each of them could tap into said telepathy, as well as limited telekinesis. The features these babies could adapt to would boggle the mind.

They were all dead to society anyway. Bad enough their lives were missing ten years or less due to their confinement in OASIIS. All because they were too special in their prospective fields to let go. Geneticist's! Engineer's! Telepath's! Microtech's! IQs in the clouds! Some adopted so young that they hadn't had a chance to live a normal life. Children for God's sake! That was where Simon drew the line.

For every dirty deed he had done in his lifespan Simon did not nor ever would kill a child. Someone had to be their Messiah and lead them on this Exodus. Immobile in his seat Simon isolated his telepathy mode to speak only to his onboard computer. Designated Luther after his deceased son who succumbed to cancer at age fifteen, he chose to keep his son close by.

"Diary online, Luther! First official entry."

"Go ahead, Pop!"

"I'm Simon Campos. Black Ops. Navy Seal. Airborne. Sniper. Things far worse. Still, even I know I'm expendable when the bigwigs think I'm useless. Luckily for me, I was one of their prime candidates in the COMMANDROID program, rechristened by my friends back there as Nandroids due to the nanotech. Me, I prefer COMMANDROID. My talents as a thorough assassin are invaluable right now. Not so, later in life. Befriending these people was the best thing in the world. Now I'm off to begin a new life. I'm no longer this 50-year-old dying breed. Now, I'm a calculated 30-year-old stud with enough perks to live forever. I won't age. Only way I would die is if they dropped a bunker buster on my head.

"You see as the program states, I'm an Android! Artificial lifeform so perfect I'm the next stage in Evolution. I'm human but not, considering these contraptions are from some alien world. Every fiber of this body is synthetic to the pores. So real it could pass for human. Yet, designed and programed to be killing machines. Onboard computers can link to anywhere and go undetected. No GPS modes for the government to track us.

"Removed by a fine man named Charlie Newborn. He's one of those in the trailer. I feel bad for him, but his brainwaves and personality were transferred into the youngest body in the Android bank. To the aliens who built these beauties size obviously did not matter. Charlie at age 32 has to survive going forward in the form of a ten-year-old boy. How he has to be feeling must be horrible. Forever trapped as a child. If it were me, I would have chosen death by nerve gas. Still, he made his decision. First come first serve concerning the body banks. I was the only exception due to being the trial run.

"There are others in equally nasty predicaments. Take Hector Ramirez, a 35-year-old Hispanic male trapped in the body of a 20--25-year-old Latina goddess. At least with that android model he maintained his own race. Others not so lucky. It's going to be a crazy transition but it's life. End diary entry Luther. Enough for now. Past your bedtime son."

"Night, Pop!"

Smiling at his son's replicated voice along with the mimicked sound of a book closing, light switch flipped, and a door shut with a click Simon Campos lost himself to the dawn along the highway. It felt uplifting to be free. Where though does even he go from here? Good question!

Melvin Daltry noted a truck stop and let Simon realize his hunger. There would be clothing here. T-shirts at the very least. Simon allowed Melvin to pull off and park out of range of any cameras. Once Melvin hopped out and headed inside Simon crawled back into Melvin's bunk to find a change of clothing to call his own. Melvin was larger in the waist, so a belt was necessary to keep his jeans up. Along with a button-down plaid shirt and a Caterpillar ball cap Simon's attire fit his moment. Old tennis shoes would fit snug but at least be presentable.

Stepping to the back of the trailer he opened a single door glaring in. "Give me thirty minutes. I'll gather clothing for you. We need to separate as soon as this trucker reaches the border. The more we separate the harder it will be to find us even if they can. At least we won't all be clumped together like refugees. If some of you want out here, I can't stop you. I won't! You're all free to make your own lives. Just be careful. You all know these bodies better than anyone. Tap into their potential but don't become too obvious.

"Avoid cameras and anything that creates suspicion. If that becomes impossible act as normal as those around, you. Develop new identities. Find ways to create documents of proof as to who you are in this new adopted identity. The choice is yours how you want to live folks. For the safety of everyone involved do not make contact with each other. Forge your own destiny."

In response the busty brunette that had approached Melvin back on the mountain stepped forward, "I'll get out here, Colonel Campos. Thank you for everything Simon."

He nodded helping her down but shielding her with his body mass. "You might want to get dressed first. Grab one of the driver's t-shirts up in the cab. There are four shirts. No other pants. Unless you adjust your build... I'm one to talk. Totally forgot I could do this."

Looking around for cameras he consulted his android functions and mimicked Melvin's build which allowed his clothing to fit better. "I'm liking this morphing feature. Anyway, let me grab those shirts for a couple of you. Then I'll head inside the truck stop and magically hit up an ATM using someone's credit card. Sit tight, Tamara."

"I think a lucky trucker would love some company in return for a ride and some personable attentions." Tamara Kole smiled vividly. "I'll be fine." Of all the Psientists Tamara Kole was by far the hottest in her flesh and blood body. She knew it well and flaunted it on her off time. The soldiers and guards loved her. Regardless, she was as expendable as the rest of them. Free at last in this new killer body she intended to nympho it up.

"Suit yourself. Take care Kole."

"I bet you forgot we could do this too." Right before his eyes her android body manipulated itself conceiving reproduced clothing as if body paint. Her choice was denim booty shorts so short it barely hid her artificial privates. A skintight Penn State t-shirt covered her upper body, pigment seeping from the pores of her android body as an illusion protocol. "I could decrease my nipple erections but why?" Her long black hair even tinted itself dark blue to match her changing eye color.

"How do I look? Like a college floosy? I could go all tattoo and be a rockstar. Love me some heavy metal."

"Sounds like a good occupation." He had heard her sing karaoke a few times. She had the pipes to go with the lungs. Strutting away she literally walked right up to another driver and suggested he give her a ride. Easy enough! "There goes trouble." Out of his hair at least.

Another pair decided it was time to run for it as well. An android male aged to look 35 and a female that passed for 15, their body sizes dramatic. The boy was beef caking it up using his imagination to look like a bodybuilder at 6'4 height and sinew out his lower lip. Simon helped the girl down as the man joined her on the ground with muscles rippling. The female stood at 5'2 looking like an ant compared to the male. "Nikki? Jared? Are you certain?"

Psychologist Nikki Pope spoke up for the male, assigned to the telepathic teen to be like a mother since he was ten. "Jared needs guidance. He stays with me until I feel he's mature enough to live on his own."

"It's going to be tough out there Jared." Simon actually had to look up at the boy in his bodybuilder format, his android body morphing into it at his suggestion. "You mind your teacher there. Fifteen years old in a man's body is going to take some getting used to son. I'd advise deflating those muscles so that you can blend in better."

"I'm good Colonel! If I'm stuck in this bad boy, I'm going to be a bad boy." He laughed! "I'll protect Nikki with my life, Sir."

"Try being 38 trapped in a 15-year-old girl. For some reason I can't modify this particular body to look any older. This android wasn't fully developed but usable, nonetheless. I'll be stuck taking odd jobs at fast food joints the rest of my life."

"To support me."

Simon put a hand up. "Stop right there! This is no time for age games. Go live your lives. Stay clean. Jared I must insist that you grow up inside and don't let your ego lead you into trouble. I realize that you are likely the strongest true telepath this world has ever birthed but don't abuse that. Nor the fact that your android body makes you stronger than the average human being."

"I can be a superhero." Jared chuckled. "I'm kidding! I'll do my best to make you proud Sir."

Another android behind them spouted, "Yeah? That won't make headlines and get you and Nikki noticed by the Feds." Charlie Newman in his ten-year-old body grumbled. He needed a cigar his nerves were shot.

Jared frowned and lowered his head. With a shrug he knew that they were right. They needed to get lost. Very lost. Telepathy not working for Nikki's android body had her second guessing her ward. She knew how compulsive the lad could be. Not only that but the kid had a crush on her. This was not going to be easy going forward.

Even worse, Jared's monstrous body sported a foot long penis that as a youth was exposing hard as a rock. Sure, he could morph it smaller but why? He liked showing off and refused to alter it. At 38 and lacking over the years that alone was going to be a bitch to live around. The sad thing was she was his appointed guardian even before today. For the last four plus years she kept the boy grounded. Now that he was in this new toy of destruction, her hunch was that Jared was going to do whatever the hell he wanted.

Carefully the two dropped down and sprinted away. Using his stealth tech Jared made his body invisible to the naked eye in order to break into an older model car with ease while Nikki hid behind the cab of another semi to avoid her nudity being seen. Her android body had limitations being the one that they were working on at the time their plan was set into motion. She literally could only alter her voice and change her hair color at will, at best endow her breasts or collect a tan. Hopefully, Jared could fix her up later on, he was a scientist as much as a telepath. The car parked in back of the truck stop was hidden away so it made for a perfect target. Wrong choice! The car had nothing when he tried to mentally hotwire it. For a smart guy he was lacking judgment. "Well, fuck!" The engine was kaput.

Instead, he thought big. Seeing a man leaving the truck stop and using his key remote on a huge Ford F-150 Jared grinned. Invisible, he walked right up to the guy who had a bag of snacks and drinks. A swift mental takeover the guy handed him the truck keys and bag of goodies. While the android bodies had no need for food they could still digest and discover taste. For humans it was necessary to feel and live what God had to offer. "Twinkies! Hell yeah!"

While Jared hopped behind the wheel of the truck, he sent the man Clint Burton over to Nikki and he gave her his polo shirt and wallet. Dressed and processing his human eyes looking over her youthful nudity she found her android body aroused. "Whoa! If nothing else works in this body, I at least have sensation. Good lord! It's like I'm using a vibrator and all I'm doing is absorbing his lust."

"Hubba! Hubba!"

"Jared! You're seeing through his eyes. Stop that!"

"Sorry! I'm having fun for the first time in years. Get in the truck and let's get out of here." Running barefoot was no issue her feet would not suffer pain or agony even if she stepped on glass or hot coals. The polymer flesh would heal all wear and tear. Climbing in she looked over at Jared.

"Wait! You don't even know how to drive. Switch seats!" She shifted over and lifted her body hopefully enough that he could slide under her and into the passenger side. Jared's monster erection sliding under her, her android sensations went crazy. "FUCK! HURRY IT UP!" He read her mind knowing she was turned on. Keeping the knowledge to himself Jared chuckled. No way was he going to tell her that he was sensing her hormonal amplifications. She was inhabiting a body his true age, so this was almost a double crush brewing. Twisted for sure!

Seat belts on, seat adjusted, Nikki drove off. On vacation the owner of the truck Clint had a luggage full of clothes, so things were looking up. While no pants fit her, she at least had a variety of shirts. Unlike Jared her particular android body could not manipulate size and shape. Clint snapped out of his funk yet had a gifted suggestion sponsored by Jared. He went to that abandoned car, sat down inside and took a nap. His brain would remain foggy for eight hours, long enough for them to leave the state and seek shelter before reporting his truck missing. It would never be found in the wilds of Maine.

One final woman aboard Melvin Daltry's trailer dropped to the concrete during the other escapes. Her body was beyond any true vision of perfection. This woman was a Goddess reborn. Blonde, blue eyes, 5'7, dark tan as per instruction by its inhabitant.

"Delores? Are you sure you don't want to keep going with us?"

"I can do this on my own. You are right, we do need to split up. Thank you for everything Simon." She hugged the soldier tightly. He sincerely hugged her back. "You are loved." A pat to her back Simon kissed her cheek.

"Be safe! God be with you."

Even he had to watch her bare bottom's sculpture of Venus wiggle away. Human thought processes stimulated and simulated. Looking down at his slacks Simon Campos huffed at the sight.

"What do you know. Even androids get aroused. There goes Pamela Anderson." Then, he recalled what she used to look like. "Sweet woman though."

Telepathy severed at Simon's command over his own body she could not hear his compliment or his regretful opinion. For an insecure woman of 30, hearing that would have made Delores Catlock brighten up. Her former body was overweight and average. A Velma Dinkley from Scooby Doo at 250 pounds. Getting used to now becoming a goddess from here on out was going to be a blessing as much as it would be a curse.

Preferring real over fabricated illusion she grabbed a t-shirt from the cab of Melvin's truck. Delores was on her way home. She had to take a chance at familiar territory. Several others including Hector Ramirez abandoned the trailer and found likewise transport out of the area. Simon admired their zest for life. Nude as they were they would seek freedom over anything.

The women had no problems, not even Hector other than the fact that he was a man in a female's body and dealing with male lust for him. He would certainly have to be creative to stay sane. Brilliant idea, he would use his femininity until he had to rebel. As an android he could alter his body in certain ways if not others. Height, weight, build yes! That would dissuade many men.

The possibilities were endless, even manipulating his body into growing a dick if need be. Temporary transformations! The essential designs were the dominant. Camouflage was a stealth mode only lasting up to an hour before the body resumed its primary design. Less as required for quick alterations.

Closing the door on the others upon Melvin's return Simon kept his promise and forced Melvin to go back inside and purchase t-shirts all around for the rest of the group. The kids although adult within their adolescent shells needed wardrobe. As the zombie like trucker handed everything off, he and Simon returned to the cab. Melvin had forgotten everything from his meal until now. With a loud belch he started his truck, and the troop carried on. Simon would see them to the Key's. Florida or bust! Open water from there on.

Delores Catlock hitchhiked another 200 miles to the border of New York state then persuaded her driver to buy her clothing and a bus ticket. Her fresh start would lead the way. In waiting on her bus, she pondered a new identity. A flower peddler on a street corner inspired her. "I love daisies. Daisy it is!"

A first if not a last!

Like her new life it was a start.

She felt safe in her android haven.